Laying in my cell I can't help but to look at the past and regret everything that I've done. Back then everything was different when mom was around, no one understood me like she did. Ever since she died I regretted every step ever thing I've ever said to any one. Lisa.. What a pretty name for an angel like her.
After my mom died I tried everywhere to look for comfort, including the dead. My dad didn't understand, he only used for her to fuck now and again. what a heartless asshole I didn't want to but it seems to happen a lot that I'll come across the memory of the night I died...
~~~~FLASH BACK~~~
This was at the time, well, actually last night. When my mom died I got involved with the typical dark side of town, not necessarily a gang but something more worse than that. Some parts of out "Crew" were little "wannabe's" I didn't want to hang out with immature people like them, but they begged me to come to the grave yard to do grave robbing at THREE IN THE MORNING.
All of them were strung out on drugs, except me which each time I met up with anyone for a meeting or a job I thanked myself. Letting only some people in on how old I actually was I am seventeen(at the time) though I looked twenty-four.
Where was my dad at the time? He was always stuck with work to notice he even still had a child, I wasn't exactly spoiled, but he bought me things here and there I never used. They were all a sympathy thing my mother expressed on him to 'remind' me he still is my "dad"... how sad.
Either way at the grave yard I lined up with the rest to get a tiny map on where to dig. Poorly drawn, but very accurate to where they lead, you had to be careful of everyone, considering they were all on drugs. After examining the picture I let out a huge sigh and went in the direction of choice...
Unfortunately it was in one of those old tombs, I've seen way too many scary movies to know where this is going. Luckily we all carried weapons, not to mention i am skilled with a gun...so a fast learner. I'm not exactly thin nor very fat, I'm pretty chubby. So i can out run an average man or woman.
Kicking the doors on the tomb they open at a couple of kicks. Taking out a flashlight out of my oh so handy-dandy gun belt I quickly stepped inside...
My heart racing, hands sweaty, and pretty sketched out on anything around me, I stepped lightly. There was cobwebs and dust everywhere, other than that It was pretty decent to what they showed on movies. Moving ahead there was three doors meaning three chambers to enter. Putting the flash light in my mouth for a free hand, I searched for the picture. On the back of the picture It said the right chamber, and the coffin should be on the left side. The man that is-well.. was in there was called Adam Sigroff and the rest says book.. just book?
That's odd, ah well it cant be helped, putting it back in my pocket I took the flash light out of my mouth and proceeded towards the door. I looked at the door carefully, but didn't notice and huge locks or keypads, just a handle. Feeling the sides and corners of the door for any triggers, alarms, etc. you never know about places like this. I pulled the handle slowly with my gun hand while pointing the flash light at the door.
Only opening it wide enough to fit my body through I managed to fit it with ease. On the other side there was no dust, no spiders, but there was coffins and isles, but it was all clean as I would think someone else had been in here before. I crept quietly towards the left wall where the coffin should be stacked. A few more steps I noticed a dim light in the distance. Just how far was this chamber?
Great what do I do now, I need what is in that coffin, but there might be someone in here...oh yeah kill anyone that gets in the way, its such a bother to kill someone, clean up, and hide it, but wait I don't have to do that. Just kill them. Clicking the flashlight off I crept towards the light. Still clenching the gun at my side I felt the wall to make sure I wouldn't fall the the dark.
With each step I felt my palms moisten, my heartbeat fast and heavy, but there was something uneasy about this place... besides the face it was in a chamber in a tomb. Getting closer I heard whispers but they were organized like a chanting type whisper.
Eventually I was close enough to see shadows of people in long hoods like they were in some type of an colt. At least 10 figures in a circle chanting words in some other language I couldn't exactly see what they were praying to, and I didn't really want to know. Looking over I saw a coffin with a name engraved in the side " Adam Sigroff" sweet. How the frick am I gonna get it out without anyone noticing? I shrugged and placed my hand on the top of the coffin and pushed up, It made a slight creaking. I quickly turned my head over to see if anyone noticed. Nothing, they were still chanting. I continued to push put looking back each time it made a noise to make sure.
I finally got the god damn thing open and felt around for a square rectangle figure. The smell was awful, I vomited a little in my mouth but swallowed it. How gross, no luck, I couldn't feel anything like that, but I still couldn't see anything.
I pulled out my flashlight and stood on my toes and quickly turned it on for a second off, I spotted the book in the dead guys hand. Taking a deep breath I felt the book in my hand and pulled the book right out of his death lock. I couldn't see that I pulled too hard and the damn thing fell on me making me black out for a slit second to see the ten figures heading my way with knives, guns, and torches. Where have I seen this before? I quickly pushed the coffin off of me, grabbing the book and my gun. They were already a couple feet away when I stupidly ran in the direction away from the door.
Making sure my gun was loaded they got really close splitting up in different directions to capture me. Sprinting in their direction of worshiping I saw a glowing blue circle thingy, It was beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of it. But I still remembered I was being chased I pulled the trigger and shot at the closes figure near me killing him or her. noticing their dark hoods on that dragged on the floor I accidentally bumped into the blue ball, funny when I did I felt extraordinarily weak and could barley run.
One of the figures muttered something and and it seemed to make the rest step up their game. I ran towards the isles and tried to climb up one. Practically pulling on my ankle I shot at the figure, too weak to aim I missed so I kicked him in the head. A loud snapping sound came from where I kick. Pretty sure he is dead since he did not get back up. The rest caught up shooting at me. They tried to light the isle on fire which I had to laugh at seeing it would not catch fire. I took aim at one of them seeing it was a perfect head shot I rolled on my back to lay and catch my breath on top. Why the hell am I so tired?
I heard them speak in their weird language seeing them try to climb up here. Panicking I shot at two more people when I realized I was out of bullets... Cheap gun I threw it at them. They seemed to chuckle at me "Oh ha ha ha" I sarcastically called at them. So basically I just sat there and lowered my self on the floor of the other side. One of them noticed and quickly tried to capture me" Oh no you don't" I kicked the figure in the stomach, causing everyone to come around me. "Shit" I spoke I look a weak stance and fought as best as I could. I never really killed anyone with only my hands,but it didn't hurt to try.
Seeing as I wiggled my way at only knocking three more of them unconscious. After that I still only able to stand, none of them were attacking me anymore, seeing there was only two standing they spoke to each other. "Hey, aren't you gonna kill me?" I chuckled, trying to sound brave. Not getting their attention I looked at the ball again and I tried to quickly walk out of the chamber. Knowing me and my terrible luck one of them came towards me slowly placing a hand on my arm and the other with a knife at my throat. Too weak to fight them off I pushed the book in my belt, and let him lead me to the other figure standing.
then the figure removed its hood, seeing his face he was beautiful. I felt a little bad about all the other handsome men i knocked out and killed. I quickly realized he pulled out a knife. I wriggled from the man holding me, but he pressed the knife into my throat to make me stop. The handsome man chanted some more unidentified words and cut his hand soaking the knife in blood he presumed to hold it in the air and finally plunging it into my heart.
I never felt such incredible pain before, the other man laid me down on the floor and started chanting with the handsome man. I couldn't breathe, but what I remembered I saw my mothers face, I started crying and I regretted everything I've done. Taking one final breath I felt myself become light at a feather...
